December Baby - Ingrid Michaelson

The colored lights, they brightly shine

Unlike your eyes avoiding mine

The snow is folding sheet upon sheet

Our hands not holding as we cross the street

You have had your fill, your fill of me

You have had your fill, your fill of me

I wore the dress I thought you loved

But my boots are filling with snow you shoved

Off of the car we climb into

You finished first, I must catch up to you

How can I catch up when I don’t don’t want to

How can I catch up when I still want you

December baby, you are my

December baby, you are my

December baby, you are my

December baby, you are mine